Quickly taking out his spray Cologne, the world forgot about him and he watched the student with a fearful apprehension. Everytime he took his eyes off her for a moment, she seemed a little, different? But how could it be he questioned, because each time he re-adjusted, his memory seemed to fudge a little. When he tried to remember 'how' or the specifics of what had changed, no answer came, as if it was the same as ever. Walking around the room back and forth, she quietly took notes, smiling perkily all the while as the teacher lectured. Her notes were neat to an unholy degree, like an 18th century cartographer has written them. When the teacher had finally called for groups for their class project, she seemed to be wearing a dim yellow sweater and tight jeans. She quickly found a group to work with, and spoke aloud for the first time with them.
John almost couldn't believe his ears, so he stood behind them and watched the group interact. What would come of this strange girl, he wondered?
Meanwhile, outside a certain blue haired punk sneered, searching the hallways and each classroom, but unable to pinpoint her target exactly. "Uh oh, well shit. Looks like this one is a hybrid, a fucking 'Breeder' and a 'Glutton' type. Class B+ threat I'd say, judging by the energy outputs. Can probably evolve itself to an A- rank if it gathers enough victims. Gotta bag this one soon or things are gonna start looking real topsy turny for this school." She dashed about faster, hoping to find whatever strange target she was searching for.
